Posted on 03/29/2015 9:07:05 PM PDT by MNDude
Almost everyone had something that freaked them out or downright terrified them when they were kids-- a neighbor's big dog, sleestaks on TV, or the monster in the closet?
Tell your story of what most scared you as a kid.
Definitely The Outer Limits!
Any show/movie about the end of the world because USSR nuked the U.S. UFO’s landing in the back yard.... etc.
After my family moved back to the States, and I no longer had a driver, an armed guard in the car with me, and a chase car with an armed guards to take me to school.
I had a terrible experience with nuns while little, I had either the measles, mumps or chicken pox and was in the small town hospital run by nuns back around 1950.
I was always crying and they would come in and scare me to hush me up.
Needless to say, after I got out I would always hit the floorboard of the car when I saw a nun walking down the street, they scared me so much.
BUT, years later, they no longer troubled me.
The Basement.
Yes, clowns are creepy.
One of my brothers hated them and wanted to shoot a clown with his BB gun when he was about 10 years old.
Monster in the closet? Rubbish! When I was a kid all the kids knew that the monster was under your bed! Never let your arm dangle over the side of the bed or the monster will grab it and drag you under the bed.
One of my older brothers told me not to be scared of the monster in the closet because “As long as you are awake that thing will never come out of the closet”.
My evil older brother (who I was also terrified of) made me watch some awful movie where a detached hand crawled around and attacked people. I think I was five. That damned hand showed up in my dreams for the next twenty years!! Ugh.
Saw this movie when I was three, scared the crap out of me. Thought the cyclops was going to come right out of the screen and gobble me up.
I was scared to death of that big monster and my older brother had to take me out of the theater.
LOL.
Me, too. I’d run and take a dive onto the bed. And I never let my feet hang over the side of the bed, either.
Nuns smacked me with rulers.
As a young boy, I read a newspaper article about a woman who had a meltdown over a toothpaste tube left uncapped. She stabbed her entire family to death. I don’t remember what became of her. I couldn’t talk to my family about it, (I didn’t want to give them ideas), and spent years planning my personal defenses. Even today; I always have a perimeter, and my security sonar is always active.
I was afraid of shadowy figures looking at me in the dark. I later learned that my family members thought I was cute when I was sleeping, when I was four or five years old, so they were actually coming in to say “aw”.
I tore out of that house so quick and ran to the neighbors for all I was worth. He got his gun and flashlight, went to his back yard.
Turned out it was my brother, playing a joke on me.
“At the age of 26 I was diagnosed with a mild case of central sleep apnea, which might explain the fear.”
That’s actually very interesting in that the unconscious seemed to know what was happening to your body as you slept.
A house we lived in in Saguache Colorado had an opening to the attic which scared me to death! I was always in fear of something grabbing me and pulling me into the attic!
Years later, the TULSA WORLD, had a cartoon strip (on Sunday) THE GOOD OLD DAYS, which showed the same fear in lots of kids, some ghostly arms coming out of an opening in the closet ceiling which would grab them and pull them up!
That’s scary.
I’ve been through Saguach many times.
Swallowing my tongue. My older brother told me stories of my cousin swallowing his tongue and he had to pull it back out, quite a common occurence really says he.. I used to bite down on it when I went to sleep at night so it would not fall in. Evil brother, I was about 7 years old. It took me a few years before I realized my cousin had epilepsy and you can’t really swallow your tongue.
The hands under the bed. Probably from Hitchcock’s episode on the pianist whose renown came from supernaturally—and evil—hands.
Turns out I was abused.
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